Kikyo
I guess that I'm the one you choose,
The one to cry,
The one to lose.
You talk, and talk,
And fight and fight,
I hear it well into the night.
I guess that I'm the girl you know,
Although you say it isn't so,
Your angry eyes are hard to take,
A poison picture that you make.
The one to use and then abuse,
But justice comes along with truth,
Dose this make you uncomfortable?
Isn't that just wonderful?
I wonder what you'll want to do,
When tables now are turned on you?
Will you, angry, run away?
Will you fight another day?
These answer that you yearn to show,
But, I guess I won't ever know.
You dragged me there, hell and back,
I guess these things, they just end like that.